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The Laughing Professor (Revised): Chapter Ten (F/F Intense)

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And here's the next installment…

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THE LAUGHING PROFESSOR
(Revised by T.T. Gore)

Chapter Ten
Tanya’s Personal Best



***​

Coach Tanya Johnson drank greedily from the water cooler in her office as perspiration ran slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and arms, darkening her spandex aerobics outfit with damp stains. These long aerobic sessions drained the leggy blonde, but she felt it was important to keep her body toned and fit.

Overheated as she was, the ice-cold water shocked her system and made her head spin dizzily.

“Whew!” she muttered to herself. "I've never been THIS beat after a workout!”

With a sigh, she slumped onto the overstuffed leather couch in her office. The girls’ wrestling team met for practice in two hours, and Tanya needed a nap before then.

Those young ladies had become far too complacent and indolent recently, the leggy blonde thought as she drifted off to sleep. A stern coaching session this evening was exactly what they needed…

After waiting several minutes to be sure that the leggy blonde was out cold, Margaret Stanley emerged from the closet and slipped through the back door of the office. Earlier she had spiked Tanya Johnson's water cooler with the dastardly combination of narcotics and aphrodisiacs produced by her genetically engineered plants and that potent brew was now racing through the leggy blonde’s bloodstream. Margaret’s lips twisted up in a gloating smile of evil satisfaction as she made her way to the girl's locker room. In her hand was an iPod containing a very unique recording that she’d prepared especially for the girls’ wrestling team…

With keys stolen from Tanya's desk, the brunette unlocked the door and slipped into the locker room. Quietly and efficiently, she connected the iPod to the gym's sound system. Finally, she emptied the contents of a small vial into the gym water cooler.

***​

Two hours later, the girls’ varsity wrestling team—five sexy, hard-bodied coeds—arrived at the gym for practice. They shot the breeze and drank water from the cooler while awaiting the arrival of their coach. It never occurred to them to wonder why they were suddenly so thirsty. Soft music was playing in the background, music that was actually filling their mind with subliminal commands—to drink more water, for instance. By the time that Tanya appeared, the girls had been effectively programmed for their role in Margaret’s plan.

Groggily, Tanya made her way to the mats. She’d certainly never felt this light-headed after an aerobics workout before! The leggy blonde’s pulse was pounding unusually fast, and she was disturbingly conscious of a warm, sensuous, sensation low in her belly.

"All right, ladies!" she yelled, working hard to inject authority into her quavering voice. “Gather round the mats and listen up."

Tanya moved to the center of the mats and waited as the girls gathered in a loose circle around her. Funny, the coach thought. They've never seemed so focused, so intent, before…

All five of the girls were regarding the leggy blonde with avid expressions. Their eyes crawled lasciviously over Tanya’s well-toned body. In their drug-besotted, preprogrammed minds, forbidden erotic fantasies were beginning to take shape…

"Lately I've noticed a lack of concentration on your part,” Tanya said, doing her best to ignore the girls’ hot stares. “I’ve also noticed a lack of application of the basics in your styles.” So today—“ she paused to gulp down some much-needed oxygen—“today we’ll see if we can’t work some of this slovenly technique out of you!"

The girls' eyes remained fixed on Tanya, and the leggy blonde fidgeted somewhat nervously under this intense scrutiny. There was, she thought, something not quite natural about the way there were staring at her. Then Tanya shook her head as if to clear it and snapped her fingers.

"Marti, come up here and show us all how you do a take-down from a standing position," she ordered.

Marti was a tall, big-breasted, black-haired girl. She sauntered insolently to the center of the mats and stood ready, shaking her hands to loosen her muscles. For her, the subliminal message of the iPod had only amplified and sharpened a pre-existing desire, for Marti nurtured a longstanding crush on her wrestling coach. Now, under the influence of that message and the drugs, the crush was mutating into a burning lust to dominate and subjugate the leggy blonde.

Tanya stretched her arms wide, fingers splayed, as she prepared to counter Marti’s first attack. Her plan was to snare whichever arm the girl put forward, rotate, execute a hip throw and follow her to the mat for the pin.

Marti moved forward and extended her left arm as if going for a shoulder to execute a half nelson. When she was close enough Tanya grabbed her left arm and tried to spin. But why was she moving so slowly? It felt as if weights encircled her waist, wrists and ankles.

Marti was not so slow. She allowed the coach to grab her left arm but shot her right arm down, thrust her hand between Tanya's thighs, grabbed a healthy handful of the coach’s firm behind, and lifted her bodily! Then, with a spin and a crash, Marti slammed Tanya to the mat, face down. “MUUUUMMMMPH!!” the leggy blonde grunted as the impact literally knocked the breath from her body. She was still struggling to fill her lungs with oxygen when Marti body-slammed her across the small of her back. What little breath Tanya had managed to regain was once again expelled as her diaphragm collapsed.

Marti snatched Tanya' right wrist and bent her arm up painfully behind her back, keeping the floundering coach pinned face down to the mat. With a grin and a nod, she signaled the rest of the team to move in.

Tanya couldn’t believe what was happening! How could this girl have lifted and pinned her to the mat so easily? Pain shot through her arm as she tried in vain to break Marti’s grip and regain a position of advantage. She was unaware of the approach of the rest of the team until she felt strong hands grab her ankles.

The girls untied her Nikes and tugged them from her feet. Then they removed her white ankle socks. Tanya struggled wildly as she realized with a shock of horror what was going to happen, but she could do nothing but wiggle her bare feet.

Then, just as the leggy blonde was finally managing to suck some air into her lungs, it was forced out again by a sudden spasm of tummy-wrenching laughter!

"YAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” she screamed as numerous sharp nails raked the soles and arches of her tender feet. AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!! AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!! AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!"

The ticklish coach’s explosive, helpless laughter only inspired the girls to intensify their efforts! They sought out every ticklish nook and cranny of Tanya’s bare feet. Screams and squeals of anguished hilarity filled the gym as their dancing, manicured nails sent electric jolts of ticklish titillation shooting up the backs of Tanya’s long, slender legs.

Helpless as a kitten, Tanya was unable to prevent the girls from stripping her of her t-shirt and gym shorts. She struggled feebly as they bound her wrists together with a jump rope. From the weight room came two heavily weighted barbells, rolled along the floor by two grinning girls. Quickly and eagerly they secured Tanya’s bound wrists to the center of one of the barbells.

With a lascivious grin, Marti ripped off the leggy blonde’s sports bra, freeing her full, firm breasts. A slender redhead named Jan slid Tanya’s panties down her long legs. A shapely, dark-haired beauty named Donna and a cute, curvaceous blonde named Kim then grabbed the coach’s thighs, spread them, and tied her ankles to the ends of the second barbell. Tanya struggled, but it did no good. She was stark naked and completely, horribly helpless…

Marti completed the scene by balling up the coach’s panties and stuffing them in Tanya’s mouth. “There!” the girl giggled to her teammates. “We don’t want to DISTURB anyone, do we?”

They all laughed, licking their lips and ogling the leggy blonde with hot eyes. Tanya trembled with horrified anticipation as she realized what the girls meant to do.

“MMMMPH!” she protested as they moved in close. “MMMM-MMMM-MMMMMMPH!”

Then sharp fingernails began to caress Tanya’s arms—and to dance playfully in her smooth armpits—and to stroke her bouncing breasts—and to rake her vulnerable ribcage!

“GRRRRUUUUMMMMPH!!” the leggy blonde screamed into her panties. “DNNNNNNT!!! STTTTPPPP!!!"

Marti was concentrating on Tanya’s breasts and nipples, while Jan probed the wiggling coach’s belly button. Donna and Kim devoted themselves to a thorough exploration of Tanya’s armpits and ribs. The other two girls, redheaded Nancy and a petite sweetie named Lynne, were busy with the coach’s bare feet.

“URRRRRRK!!!” she grunted as sharp nails probed the tender spaces between her toes. “GRRRRUUUUMPH!!!”

The leggy blonde was forced to endure this hilarious assault for a full thirty minutes, until her hoarse, guttural grunts faded to a feeble croak. But despite her exhaustion, Tanya could feel her pulse pounding in her temples, a potent thrill in her stiff nipples and a hot, demanding sensation in her loins…

Finally, her tormentresses ceased their assault and for a few precious moments Tanya struggled to suck some much-needed oxygen into her straining lungs.

With an evil smile, Marti leaned close and whispered into Tanya’s ear: "You really LOVE being tickled, don't you, Coach?" she snickered.

Weakly, the leggy blonde shook her head, hoping to prevent a further assault on her naked, vulnerable body.

"There’s no point in LYING to me!" Marti teased. "I can SEE how stiff your NIPPLES are!”

Tanya continued to shake her head in denial as the girl taunted her.

"I'll just bet you'd LOVE to have them TICKLED, wouldn't you?" Marti asked playfully as she signaled to Donna. The dark-haired beauty sprinted toward the locker room. A minute later, she reappeared—and in her hand, she carried a bouquet of long, stiff, feathers with hard, sharp quills. Grinning wickedly, she distributed these tools of tickling torment to her eager teammates.

At a nod from Marti, the girls went to work with their feathers, each stroking, probing and teasing her own favorite bit of the nude coach’s desperately squirming body. Feathers were drawn teasingly between Tanya' wriggling toes. Sharp quills were delicately scraped across her bare soles and heels. Feathers stroked her armpits, teased her quivering thighs, and danced sensuously in her belly button.

Under this fiendish assault, Tanya writhed in a frenzy of ecstatic agony! At some point, the panties were plucked from her mouth so that the girls could enjoy the sound of their victim’s shrill squeals, breathless gasps and lustful grunts.

The last thread of Tanya’s control snapped when Marti swirled her feather through the curly blonde hairs that so charmingly framed the coach’s mound of Venus. Ever so gently, she teased Tanya’s love button, eliciting passionate, throaty moans and a frantic writhing of hips!

The leggy blonde began to do a lewd bump and grind as Marti’s feather drove her closer and closer to the brink of supreme pleasure. Sexual words, demands and pleas tumbled from her gaping mouth when Marti stilled her hand for a moment.

“Oh, so you want to CUM, do you?” the girl laughed.

“She doesn’t DESERVE to cum,” Lynne protested. Let’s just tickle her ‘till she PEES!”

“Or we could make her cum, THEN tickle her till she pees!” Donna suggested.

Jan reached out to roll one of Tanya’s rigid nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The leggy blonde shivered with delight. “I want to see her cum…” the girl whispered. “Then let’s tickle her some more…”

“Okay!” Marti giggled. “Sounds like a plan to me…”

With that, Marti dipped the feather down between Tanya’s quivering thighs. The coach gasped, arched her back and raised her hips in anticipation of the exquisite caresses to come.

The other girls watched avidly. Hardly aware of what she was doing, Donna had her hand between her own legs. Lynne and Jan were kneeling side by side, and Jan had her arm around her petite teammate’s trim waist. Kim had already removed her t-shirt and now she stripped off her bra, allowing her full firm breasts to tumble free.

The feather probed through Tanya’s damp, curly hairs and zeroed in on its objective. “Oh YES!” she cried as it teased her throbbing love button. “Oh yes PLEASE—!” Her bare behind lifted off the floor as she arched her back in a desperate attempt to maintain contact with the feather whose every stroke intensified the urgent, joyous sensation in her loins.

The girls added to Tanya’s torments by tickling her armpits and her stiff, unbearably sensitive nipples.

“EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the leggy blonde yowled. “OH STOP!!! NO MOOOOOORE!! IT TICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HICK-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!!!”

But Tanya didn't WANT them to stop! On the contrary she wanted to be TEASED and TICKLED until she was SQUEALING and RAVING with anguished orgasmic HILARITY—!

Marti licked her lips, relishing the naked coach’s screams and struggles. She manipulated the feather carefully, determined to prolong the torture for as long as possible. But Tanya was not to be denied! The muscles in her thighs and hips tensed in lustful anticipation of the ecstasy to come—!

And with a final flick of the feather, Marti sent the leggy blonde over the edge!

“OH!!!” Tanya gasped. “OH-OH-OOH-OOH-OOOOH-OOOOH-OOOOOOOOH—!!!” Her loins convulsed, and a fierce thrill of pleasure shot through her squirming body!

“UGH!!!” she grunted as another spasm hit. “UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGGGGGGH!!!”

Marti continued to tease the coach’s moist crevice and unbearably sensitive lust button—and the other girls kept tickling! This stimulation, combined with the dastardly drugs she’d imbibed, reduced Tanya to a state of orgasmic INSANITY! For ten solid minutes she laughed herself absolutely and totally fucking SILLY while repeatedly cumming her stupid fucking BRAINS out! And when the girls finally stopped, the leggy blonde begged for MORE—!

Marti and her friends were happy to oblige!

Margaret finally stopped recording after a third series of multiple orgasms caused Tanya to pass out cold. From the dark recesses of the gym's rafters, the buxom brunette and her camcorder had enjoyed an excellent and unobstructed view of the proceedings.

Margaret unloaded the disc and pressed it to her lips with a wicked smile. “She'd have a fine time explaining THIS if it ever became public,” the brunette chortled to herself. “So now the bitch belongs to ME!”

As Margaret stole quietly from the gym, Tanya began laughing again.

“Such naughty, NAUGHTY girls!” the brunette whispered.


(To Be Continued!)​
 
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